[EinNYC]

About 40 years ago, I was camping with a friend down in Florida. A deer came out of the woods and walked up to me. She put her head right by my hand and I petted her for a while. Then she trotted back to the woods. A park ranger told me that she'd been an orphan fawn raised by the rangers, and that this was typical for her. I had hoped no one had shot her when she trotted up to them.

Funny that FR is having this discussion about deer today. Two nights ago, I looked out a window in my Baltimore apartment complex at 2 a.m., and there was a young buck nibbling on the yew hedge right below.

[DoodleBob]

When I worked in NYC and lived in suburbia, the deer became increasingly less scared of humans and more brazen. I'm sure it was "our fault", i.e. Overbuilding and thinning woodlands.

Regardless, these rats-with-antlers ate azelia bushes and anything else that wasn't man-made. Worse than that, they'd literally stare at you with a "what's YOUR problem, dude?" look when you yelled at them.

I'd be fine with the state allowing bow season 365 days a year on residential private property to take out this vermin.